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[fuckvampires]

[He's dangling a black ring from a chain around his neck, spinning it between his fingers.]

Fuck, I still don't know which finger to wear it on.

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[asthedrivensnow]

[She laughs. It's her lot, of late, to inspire protectiveness.]

Not before I did. I'm rather fond of him.

[fuckvampires]

[He's not protective he's just... er... yeah.]

Can't wish for more than that.

[asthedrivensnow]

[...uh-huh.]

Actually, I could - but how often do wishes actually come true?

[fuckvampires]

The trick is not to think of it like a wish.

[asthedrivensnow]

How should I rearrange my thoughts?

[fuckvampires]

Think of it as a dream?

[asthedrivensnow]

Then it's one I prefer not to wake from. So many doors, so many choices...

What of your dreams, John?

[fuckvampires]

Then don't.

I'm older than I should be. I don't dream of the future anymore.

[asthedrivensnow]

Perhaps I won't.

[She gives him a curious look.]

Not at all? No hopes, no desires?

[fuckvampires]

I dream of people who've died. You're young. You get to keep the living.

[He takes the ring off the chain, and slides it onto his right hand.]

This? All I got right now.

[asthedrivensnow]

[If he had any idea of how wrong he is...]

Then keep it close. It's a thing of beauty.